Marinette looked around in the busy crowd frantically, desperate to find anyone from her class but no luck.

After the Startrain fiasco, her class made it to London and went to see Big Ben. Unfortunately, Lila cunningly had Marinette left alone at the building by lying to Ms Bustier on the attendee call.

Fear consumed her as Marinette found herself lonely within a bustle of people coming and going. She felt so helpless, even calling on Tikki and even Kaalki barely came to her mind when she suddenly heard dance music.

She turned to the source of the music, finding a street dancer performing on the corner of Big Ben. The dancer wore a butterfly-shaped mask with small holes for the eyes and silver designs adorning it. Her long hair, in a mix of black, brown and caramel in curly twisted box-braids, was flying along her slender and energetic body, which wore a purple sports-bra, black tight pants, and white sneakers.

The music soothed Marinette's consuming worry and the dance move eased her anxiety. And the mysterious girl's dance moves were amazing. People was watching in awe and placing English money on the ground for her.

The music ended and the dancer bowed to the people. When the crowd walked away, the girl bend down to pick up the money. But when she did, a long tear ripped through the right side of her black pants.

"Oh, buttocks!" The girl cursed.

In a flash, Marinette was by her side, kneeling down and got her travel sewing pack out to fix up the rip. After a minute, the tear was stitched it up so well, the pants looked good as new.

The dancer's lips were visible under the mask, plum-coloured and stretching into a big smile.

"Oh, praise the Lord! Thank you! My dad will go mental if he sees me with my trotters down."

"It's no problem." Marinette said, blushing slightly.

The dancer took off her butterfly mask, revealing a pretty face with sparkling violet eyes and smooth dark skin.

"I'm Vanessa."

"I'm Marinette Dupain-Cheng."

The girls stood up. Vanessa gathered the money in a purple beanie and put on a large lavender hoodie.

"Cheng...I know that name somewhere." Vanessa mused.

"My cousin Bridgette used to live here." Marinette said.

Vanessa's head popped up from the hoodie hole. "Did she go to Sir Arthur High School?"

"Yeah, I think so. The name is familiar."

"My sister went to Sir Arthur High with a Bridgette Cheng! I remember that Bridgette left before her final year to live with her aunt and uncle after her parents died."

"That's my cousin!"

"So, are you visiting?"

"Yeah, with my class. But they left me behind. Lila must've done it because I fell asleep against Adrien. This is her handiwork."

"Hold on. So she had you abandoned in a big city because you fell asleep beside the guy she likes? How petty."

"I know right?"

"Where's your hotel? I'll give you a ride."

"That's nice of you but you shouldn't. I'll get back myself."

"Girl, you're lost and you helped me. Come with me."

Vanessa hooked an arm through Marinette's and pulled her along with her, the pair of them walking down the street. Like Paris, the streets were busy with bustling businesses and busy people, only with a British flair.

Vanessa stopped when they passed some homeless people and donated the money she got from street dancing to them.

"That's your money. You earned it." Marinette said, confused by the action.

Vanessa put on the beanie on her head. "They need it more. I got loads more in the bank. Besides, I love to dance and I don't care if people want to give me money for it."

They walked some more until they reached a sleek black car and got in it, a driver in a smart black suit at the wheel.

"Hello hello, miss Camberwell. Who is your friend?"

"This is Marinette. Where are you staying, Mari?"

"At the Prince William Hotel."

"That's in Paddington. Take us there, please, Edward."

"With pleasure."

The car drove to Paddington, the French girl taking in the sights of the streets they passed until the car pull up outside the hotel.

Marinette's class were huddled outside, talking while their teacher tried to establish order among them.

"Ok, everyone, calm down. Has anyone seen Marinette?" Ms. Bustier asked.

"I'm here!" Marinette cried as she jumped out, taking her teacher and her class by surprise.

"Marinette, where were you?" Ms. Bustier asked.

"Hanging around aimlessly at Big Ben after being abandoned." Vanessa said, stepping out of the fancy vehicle.

"Excuse me?"

"Name's Vanessa."

Vanessa, the sweet dancer who obviously loved butterflies, was behaving quite feisty for her new friend who helped her.

Juleka straightened up in a rigid posture, eyes wide and her mouth hung open.

From the very moment she saw Vanessa, a bolt of lightning struck her followed by sweet music and pretty butterflies floating around the British girl.

"You lost her at Big Ben. It was lucky I met her there and brought her here before she got nicked."

"Nicked?" Marinette asked.

"Its British slang for Kidnapped. Ms, why was Marinette left alone at Big Ben?"

"I thought she was with us until I did a head count and realised she's gone."

"May I ask who informed you?"

"I don't believe i should tell you as you are not one of my students. And I do not appreciate that high and mighty attitude of yours."

"Trust me, miss, I have more power than you, so who told you?"

"If you must know, it was Lila Rossi, a good student of mine who informed me."

"Lila told you?" Vanessa gave Lila the stink eye. Lila stared back.

A techno-beat rang from Vanessa's pocket, which she pulled out its source, a metallic lavender-coloured phone and answered it with a more cheerful tone of voice.

"Hey, Crissy!"

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"I'm not at Big Ben anymore. I'm at the Prince William hotel in Paddington."

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"See ya then."

Vanessa hung up, a smile on her face.

"Who was that?" Marinette asked.

"My sister, Crissy. She's wondering where I am. I told I'm here and she said she'll come to me from Woodford."

"But Woodford is on the opposite side from Paddington! It would take a hour to get to Paddington." Max pointed out.

"Not for my sister. She'll move mountains if it got in her way." Vanessa chuckled in remembrance of her sister.

Marinette giggled as well. "She sounds like a strong woman."

"I'm sure you know, since she's Crystal."

"The actress? The mayor of London's daughter?"

Vanessa nodded, grinning.

Marinette believed her. Unlike Lila who lied as much as she breathed, Vanessa was true and honest.

Not said for the rest of the class.

"Yeah, right!

"You're not Crystal's sister!"

"She's right! Lila has private acting lessons from Crystal herself!"

Vanessa cocked her hip, quickly getting in her previous sassy behaviour. "You don't believe that my sister is Crystal yet you believe Lila taking private acting lesson from her? Why is my tale different from hers?"

"We have proof!"

"Show me."

Lila almost choked. "...What?"

"Show. Me."

"Sure! Lila, call Crystal!" Alya ordered.

"Uh, she changed her number after a stalker harassed her!" Lila quickly covered up.

"Oh, ok."

Vanessa was just as appalled as Marinette. "Seriously? You believe that?"

"She's telling the truth! After all, she's Ladybug's best friend!"

Alya held out her phone, proudly playing the interview right in Vanessa's unimpressed face.

Vanessa didn't bat an eye. "You do know that's considered a joke interview?"

"No its not! I run the LadyBlog!"

"Everyone says it is."

"Who said that?"

"…everyone. Do you ever check the comments? Here, there's a little box that said 'comments.'"

Alya looked at the comments and blanched.

"Alya?" Rose asked, concerned for her friend.

"...every comment is negative." Alya said quietly. "Everyone said Ladybug would no way have a best friend who will out her like that."

"Have none of you ever heard of Twitter, Instagram or FaceBook? Or even Google?" Vanessa asked.

"Oh my God, she's right! My blog is ruined!" Alya wailed.

"You're ruining me!" Lila shouted, glaring at Vanessa.

"Good! Someone should."

"You don't know who you're dealing with."

The British girl laughed. "Oh, it's you who don't know who you're dealing with."

"VANESSA JANE DIANA CAMBERWELL!"

Everyone jumped at the sudden shout. All heads turned to the tall skinny man power-walking toward them. He wore a tight blue suit and had a black mole on his left cheek, a pointy nose, brown hair and olive skin.

"Oh, Lord." Vanessa moaned, throwing her head back. "Hello, Mr. Kernel."

The man, identified as Mr. Kernel, made his way over to her, towering over her with a glare.

"There you are! Where have you been? Wait until I tell your father about this!"

"He knows your dad?" Nino asked.

"He's my father's secretary." Vanessa explained.

"Miss Camberwell, how many times have you been told not to run free around London? The streets are dangerous for a girl of your status!"

"I'm not afraid to live my life!"

"Camberwell? Why does that name sound familiar?" Chloé wondered, tapping her chin in thought.

Vanessa and Mr. Kernel paid no attention to Chloé or any of the onlookers as they argued back and forth.

"A girl of your status should not be dancing on some street corner!"

"A street corner of the city my father is representing!"

"It is vulgar!"

"I like dancing!"

"Then dance at the Royal Opera House!"

"I want people to see me dance because they want to, not because of my family name!"

"You are part of that family and you have a responsibility to honour that family name!

"Chloé Bourgeois can do what she wanted in her father's city and no one complains."

"How did she know me?" Chloé questioned.

"Probably from social media." Sabrina suggested.

"I don't think so..."

Marinette knew how Vanessa knew Chloé.

"Chloé Bourgeois does not have the same bloodline of politics and law. Her mother is a fashion critic. If already, she's below it."

"Excusez-moi?"

Ms Bustier stepped in, catching Mr Kernel's attention. "Thank goodness you're here, can you please remove this girl?"

Unfortunately, all of his attention transferred onto her and it wasn't good. "Excuse me, madam, why do you want to have miss Camberwell removed?"

"She insulted me and my students."

"You left behind Marinette in her own without double checking and believed Lila who debilitatingly left her behind for sleeping against a boy she liked!" Vanessa protested.

"Be quiet, young lady. Allow me to handle this." Mr Kernel said but that did not shush Vanessa.

"I will not be silent!"

"Oh Lord. You are so outspoken." He turned to Ms. Bustier. "My lady, did what miss Camberwell say was true?"

"Of course not."

Vanessa immediately protested. "Check the security videos at Big Ben. My friend Marinette was deliberately left behind and they don't believe Crystal is my sister."

Mr Kernel chuckled. "What? Is that true?"

"Its nothing personal, it is just my students and I do not believe she is the sister of the famous actress, Crystal." Ms Busiter answered truthfully.

"But they believe a girl claiming she's taking private acting lessons with Criss!" Vanessa shouted.

Mr Kernel's eyes popped out. "Private acting lessons? Miss Crystal has not issued such a thing! She said that acting is best learnt firsthand! Besides, she is not teacher material! She does not have the patience!" He groaned. "By Jove, you're a bunch of fools."

"Excuse me?"

"I said you are a fool, woman! You are so sloppy!"

Now Mr Kernel was arguing with Ms Bustier.

"How dare you!"

"I dare! These are children! Not toys! Seriously, woman, you cannot expect them to stay where you left them!" The man turned back to Vanessa. "Young lady, this is preciously why you are never attending a public school! They have no authority, no order, no discipline!"

"And a private school have way too much of them." Vanessa answered, rolling her eyes.

Mr Kernel turned back to the French teacher. "Honestly, woman, have you even check- no, you wouldn't. I'm turning into my father because of you! I'm starting to agree with him on the fact that women shouldn't be in the workplace with the way you handle it so recklessly!"

"I have you know that I am more than capable of handling several children. Losing Marinette was a mistake but I will personally make sure Lila Rossi will be punished for her actions."

"What are you planning to do, wait for the the next fortnight to call her parents?"

"Of course not! I will call her mother now! Lila, give me your mother's number!"

"Wait, you don't even have her mother's number? How did you even get permission from her parents if you never met them?"

"I have her parents' permission to go on this trip!"

"One permission slip does not make up for a year of absence!"

"So what you don't believe Lila knows Crystal? Lila had tea with the Queen and the mayor of London!" Max insisted.

"Poppycock! I organise the mayor's schedule myself and I have never, ever heard of a Lila Rossi and certainly never had arranged a tea break with her."

"It was a private matter." Lila lied.

"Nothing is private in the lives of the two most powerful people in England! Everything about the queen, the mayor and their families are documented."

"How do you know that?" Kim questioned.

Mr Kernel puffed up his chest in pride. "I am the mayor's personal secretary!"

"But Vanessa said you work for her dad." Nino pointed out.

"I do! Miss Camberwell's father is Lulworth Camberbell, Mayor of London. She is Vanessa Jane Diana Camberwell, his youngest daughter!"

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"...what?"

"See!"

Mr Kernel whipped out his tablet, flashing a picture of the entire Camberwell family. The mayor, his wife, his ex-wife, his eldest daughter and his youngest daughter. Who was Vanessa.

"Her?" Alya gawked, pointing at Vanessa.

The British girl just flashed a grin and a peace sign.

"Would you like to see her birth certificate?" Mr Kernel retorted.

"S-She can't be! The mayor of London already has a daughter, way older than us and she's an actress!" Rose tried to say.

"He has two daughters! They're sisters! Half-sisters! Crystal's last name is Camberwell! They share the same father! Honest to God! What is going on in France?"

Lila didn't said a word. Her jaw was hanging open for flies to swoon in.

Just then, a flawless white limousine pulled up. The chauffeur got out and walked over the car-door at the end, opening it. A long leg stepped out, followed by another, revealing a gorgeous woman. She had smooth caramel skin and copper-brown hair in a fluffy high-ponytail running down her back. Her face was largely hidden behind black sunglasses with gold accents and pink lens, a beauty mark on her cheek and full lips painted in a dusty tea-rose pink shade. Her figure was tall and voluptuous figure. She wore a bold magenta dress cut short past her hips, sleeveless and wide necked. Gold stilettos and a big flurry lavender-pink coat accessorised her dress, along with a gold bracelet with emeralds, a gold necklace, and big emerald earrings rimmed with gold.

Jaws dropped. Hearts stopped. Eyes widened.

"Oh…My…God!" Alix finally exclaimed.

"ITS CRYSTAL!" Chloe squealed. She was beyond excited to see the woman. Aside from Ladybug, Crystal was her idol. Ever since she was a little girl, she watched all movies and tv shows the featured Crystal.

"Crissy!" Vanessa cried, sounding more relieved than excited.

Crystal took off her sunglasses, revealing the same eyes and face as Vanessa. She even flashed the same happy smile.

"NESSIE!" Crystal cried, arms flying open.

Vanessa flew to Crystal and each girl flung their arms around each other, engulfing in a tight hug.

Vanessa glanced to the kids, playing a little smirk on her lips. "See? She is my sister."

Lila turned white and Alya dropped her jaw.

Vanessa pulled away, bringing her sister to her new friend. "Crissy, this is Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Her cousin went to Sir Arthur High School around the time you did. Bridgette Cheng."

Crystal squinted. "Bridgette?" Then her eyes widened, matched with a grin. "Oh my God! You look just like her!" Then Crystal dropped her grin for a more sensitive, remorseful expression and spoke softly. "I'm so sorry what happened to her parents."

Marinette blinked her eyes, a tear slowing down her cheek. "It's ok. Thank you."

"Oh my God, you're Crystal!" Kim shrieked, grasping his hair.

Crystal smirked, flicking her hair. "Yes, I am, proud to say."

"Lila, it's Crystal!" Rose cried.

"You're still believing in her?" Alix gawked.

"Did I miss something?" Crystal asked.

"Criss, there's a girl here who explicitly claimed she's taking private acting lessons from you." Vanessa gladly explained.

"What private acting lessons, Nessie? I just got back from Boreno. I had no time to teach anyone. Acting is best learnt firsthand, I always say."

"But you taught her after she saved your dog!" Max insisted.

"What dog? I don't own a dog. My mom is allergic so that influenced me growing up. You must've confuse me with Nessie, she has the pet dog, not me. Besides, I love orangutans. Have any of you kids ever read a magazine in your life?"

"Remember the time you fostered a rescued orangutan and it caused a mess at the Ritz Hotel?" Vanessa said.

The two sisters laugh at the memory.

"What did my sweet baby sister ever did to this Lola girl?" Crystal asked in a cutesy tone, touching her sister's nose like a baby.

"Called her out as the phoney two-faced liar she is." Vanessa answered in a firmer voice which alerted Crystal.

"Now I know something is wrong. Nessie, you never get mad except with daddy. Whoever this phoney two-faced liar is, she must've be a real bitch."

Lila cringed and Chloé laughed.

Mr Kernal pointed at Lila. "The girl responsible for this mess is the daughter of the Italian ambassador!"

"Rodrigo Lopez has a daughter? I thought he was gay with three sons I dated.."

"No, he's the Italian ambassador based in London for the past two years. Her mother is the ambassador based in Paris, Melissa Rossi. The girl's name is Lila Rossi."

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"Your…last…name…is…Rossi?" Crystal choked out

Lila nodded.

"Are you…related to…an Alfonso Rossi?"

"Yes, I'm his niece."

"So you do know Crystal!"

Lila smirked. "Yeah, my uncle and her dated."

This time, she spoke the truth.

"And broke up! Of course you're related to him, that bastard!"

Lila's smirk fell.

"It all makes sense! You're related to the Black Fox of London!"

"The Black Fox of London?" Rose asked, puzzled by the term.

"He's known for his lying, two-timing, narcissistic, psychotic craziness! First that bastard humiliated me on live TV, now his niece is bullying my sister?! Get my lawyer on the phone! I'm suing his damn butt again!"

"What did Lila's uncle did to you?" Max timidly asked.

"What didn't he do to me! He cheated on me with every girl in school but Bridgette! Thank goodness her insane crush on Felix Agreste saved her from him!"

At once, Adrien called out. "Felix? My older brother?"

"Dude, you have an older brother?" Nino inquired.

"Yes."

"Wait a minute." Marinette felt like she was going through a stroke. "Your brother is the guy my cousin had a crush on in school?"

"Wow. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree." Alya grinned.

"You're Felix's little brother?" Crystal asked, pointing at Adrien. Then Crystal pointed to Lila. "And you're in a class with Alfonso's niece? Oh my God, you're in danger! The Rossis hate the Agrestes!"

"What? Why?"

"Because Alfonso Rossi was a bloody psycho to anyone who didn't buy his lies! Especially Felix! He bullied Felix to the ground and made our school think Felix was bullying him! He framed hi, for everything from tripping him to stealing test answers. He even tried to ran Felix over with his car!"

"Your uncle almost killed my brother?" Adrien was shocked and angry.

"What Alfonso did to Felix sounded a lot like Lila said Mairnette did to her." Mylene noted. "Well, apart from the attempted murder charge."

"Oh, she's not too far off from killing anyone if she's a psychopath." Nathaniel glanced to Lila who seethed.

"He was a monster!" Crystal screamed. But unexpectedly, she sighed. "But damn, he was so charming! He had everyone else wrapped around his finger. We all believed his lies, no matter how ridiculous they were. He said he taught Britney Spears how to dance, worked with Princess Diana on her animals rights campaign, took guitar lessons from Elton John and saved a village from flying flapjacks! He even lied about knowing Ladybird!"

"Ladybird?"

"You mean Ladybug?"

Alya got excited. "You have Ladybug here 10 years ago?"

"You're the reporter, figure it out! Isn't that your job, to investigate, or you just take whatever rubbish comes out of Lulu's mouth?"

"It's Lila." Lila timidly corrected.

"Don't care, sister-bully-niece-liar! Because I was soo in love with him, I surprised him with a live interview on Word On London, the biggest talk show back then! But when he was asked about his 'tales', he said he had a lying disease and I was to blame for believing him by putting him on the spot! He made a bloody fool out of me on live TV! I was grounded for the rest of the year! My dad took away my phone and credit cards!"

Crystal balled her hands and screamed in frustration. "This is outrageous! Truly outrageous! How can you not know my sister or me? Everyone knows me and Nessie! Our faces is always on the cover! You should us better than Greek History!"

The actress snapped her glare on Lila, outfight angry at her.

"You tell that lying two faced double crossing son of a bitch you call an uncle that if I ever see him again, I'll cut his head off, rip out his intensces and give it to my sister so she can use them as a skipping rope!"

Lila leaned back, absolutely terrified of a raving Crystal. "Now I know why my parents told me to stay clear of London."

"Hold on, you ignored your parents' warnings?" Alix asked.

"If your uncle is that hated in London, then why are you here? Doesn't your parents know you're here?" Ivan also asked.

"May I see that permission slip you got from her parents?" Mr Kernel requested, hand out for demand.

Ms Bustier frowned but nonetheless, she handed him the permission slip. The mayor's personal assistant inspected the piece of paper closely, and then frowned.

"Madam, the signature on this permission slip is fake."

"What?"

"Look here, the signature is raised downwards and there is ink directly under the signature, evidence that it was written over. Lila traced her mother's signature. She forged the permission slip."

"My mother has dyslexia!" Lila lied. "She has to write over things to spell them right!"

"Like you!" Kim reminded.

"Have you checked if she does have dyslexia or any disability or is that too hard for you?"

"How dare you?"

"I dare! You are a lousy teacher! You couldn't even do a check on your students! It's no wonder that the girl is able to get away with so many excuses! I may not be a teacher but I guarantee that Lila Rossi is making up these ridiculous lies to cover up her frequent absences!"

Ms Bustier was turning red, by the pompous man insulting her, by the girl making a fool out of her.

"Lila, if your mother didn't give you permission to go to London, where does she think you are for the past two days?"

"…in Nice."

"NICE?!"

Vanessa smirked mischievously at Lila. "And to think all this happened because you got jealous of Marinette sleeping against Adrien."

Mr Kernel scoffed. "Is that true? All this because she fell asleep on a boy? A pathetic school crush? On my God, you kids are more petty than a pet shop."

Crystal hummed with her lips pursed and her hand flicked back, much like Chloe. "When a girl sleeps against my crush, I usually flirt my heart out at him, not dump her in a foreign, like how is that gonna help me win over my man?"

"If you weren't gay, your parents would've sent you to an all-girls school to avoid stupidity like this!"

"They already do. Love has no boundaries." Vanessa answered flatly.

"I'll leave you to clean up your mess. Ladies, we must go."

Mr Kernel ushered Crystal and Vanessa to the cars they came in.

"Marinette! Here!"

Vanessa ducked under Mr Kernel's arm to hand Marinette a slip of paper with her phone number written on it.

"Call me later. I'll show you Oxford Street tomorrow."

"Get in the car, Miss Camberwell!"

The half-sisters and the mayor's second-hand man drove off in their fancy cars, leaving the class on the path. Marinette smiled as she looked at the phone number of her new friend, a special one who helped her in her greatest hour of need. She turned around to go to her hotel room when Juleka suddenly stood in her way, making her yelp.

"Can I have her number as well please?"


The next day, Lila was forced to stay in her hotel room whilst Ms Bustier made the necessary calls to her mother and the school board.

The kids lounged in the lobby, having nothing to do until their teacher fixed the mess Lila made. Marinette was looking out the window when she squealed and ran out, out to greet Vanessa, the mayor's youngest daughter was flagged by two body guards. Vanessa turned up to take Marinette shopping on Oxford Street, an outing Ms Bustier agreed to make up for the incident.

Alya glowered in her jealousy, bitterly watching her best friend and her new worst enemy hug. Seriously, this sweet girl was worse than Chloe in her eyes. She wanted to throw that girl on the tracks of Paddington Train Station. But that will be murder and make her as bad as Lila so she settled on a different option.

"Hold it!"

Before she knew it, Alya and everyone else was outside the hotel, staring at Vanessa and Marinette.

More specially, Alya was glaring at Vanessa.

"You're not going anything with my girl unless you tell me everything you know about Ladybird!"

Vanessa's bodyguards made a move forward to control the situation but Vanessa held her hand up, stopping them.

She stared hard and black back to Alya, her arms folded. "Why should I tell you anything when you believe everything and nothing?"

"That doesn't make sense!"

"It means you're gullible and narrow-minded to the truth."

"Why you-"

"I have a right to say 'no' to anything I don't like. I may be adamant on speaking out but I also believe in the right to be silent when I want. It's my voice, my mind, my body, my choice."

"Now you're deciding to shut up? Even when you're not talking, you're talking! Just take the damn interview with me!"

"I only talk to real, professional reporters, not tabloid jackals. You can't even check your sources! It's people like you that nearly drove my mother into suicide by publishing false news!"

(Juleka sighed dreamily. "She is so outspoken…")

"Alright, alright!"

Mairnette get in between Alya and Vanessa, hands on their chests and gently pushing them apart.

"Alya, you cannot just push people into talking to you!"

"Yeah, she'll ruin you in a second!" Chloe crackled.

Vanessa groaned. "I don't ruin people. They ruin themselves. It's just because I'm rich and famous, the truth always comes out."

"Guys, please!" Marinette begged.

Vanessa could see that Marinette was upset about the sudden rivalry between her and Alya so she sighed.

"Look, Alya, I'll make you a deal. I'll tell you about the Ladybug of London in exchange of information and pictures of my superhero crush."

(In the background, glass broke.)

"Your superhero crush?" Alya asked.

"Its a deal!" Marinette said. "You said you're gay, so not Chat Noir. You like Ladybug?"

"No! She's too popular. Like everyone has to like her. No way."

Vanessa grinned as she whipped out her phone, showing a picture of a voluptuous girl in a swanky orange suit.

"It's Rena Rouge I have to the hots for! What a vixen! I love foxes! Boom boom!"

Alya froze in horror. Marinette almost choked on her laughter.

(Juleka wailed.)